Chen Fei leaned back, holding on to the railing, breathing heavily, as if he was pulling a bellows.
After a moment, he lowered his head and glanced at Zhang Heng who was lying on the ground.
Zhang Heng's chest was also rising and falling, and he was breathing heavily.
The two of them fought many times just now, but they were all completed in a very short period of time. No matter who it was, the physical exertion was very high.
Zhang Heng took a few breaths and then raised his head with complicated eyes.
Chen Fei saw dissatisfaction and unwillingness in Zhang Heng's eyes.
It seems that the two people will have to fight in the future until one party is completely convinced.
I failed this time, it doesn’t matter, I will go back and practice again, one day I will definitely surpass you.
This is the spirit of the military.
Zhang Heng has not been in the army for long. Like Chen Fei, he is a first-year soldier, but it can be seen that the word soldier has been engraved in his bones.
Chen Fei let out a breath, then walked forward in three steps, stretched out his hand to Zhang Heng.
Competition is competition, and comrades are comrades.
Soldiers are like this. In the same camp, they can fight each other to death, but once they face the enemy, even if they have deep grievances, they can back-to-back, unanimously commit their lives to the opponent, and there will be no choice on the battlefield.
There are no opponents, only comrades!
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment, but he still grabbed Chen Fei's hand and stood up.
After he stood up, he patted Chen Fei on the shoulder and said in a low voice: "I will come back to you in a week at most!"
"Welcome anytime." Chen Fei grinned.
He cannot be weak in terms of momentum.
Zhang Heng threw away his gloves, limped out, and walked back with the help of several companions.
yeah--
The students in the first class jumped up together and cheered.
Chen Fei scoffed, took off his gloves, threw them to Zhao Zhigang, and then looked at the other people: "Continue training!"
The students in the first class continued training.
But after the day's combat training was completed, Chen Fei did not rush back. Instead, he walked to the woods and sat quietly for a while.
His current through-arm boxing attributes were more than forty before he fought with Zhang Heng. Generally speaking, having more than thirty is enough to gain a foothold in an ordinary army. He is so proud of the others that he dare not say so, but it is really true.
There are few more powerful than this.
Chen Fei has always been secretly proud, because he can easily master the fighting skills of several students in the first class. But who knew that when he fought against Zhang Heng today, he found that he almost couldn't defeat him.
If Zhang Heng hadn't been careless today and was relatively unfamiliar with the through-arm boxing style, he might not have been able to win.
Therefore, he had to summarize today's competition and analyze the advantages and disadvantages.
Judging from today's performance, he still lacks high-level practical experience, as well as strong attack power and resistance to blows. Zhang Heng's punch can make him grin, but as for him, he does not have such great strength.
Already.
Moreover, his martial arts skills are actually not impeccable.
"Actually, when Zhang Heng hit me for the first time, I didn't have to retreat. I could have hit him all at once..."
Chen Fei summarized while gesturing.
[Ding - you have summarized today's actual combat, you have seriously reflected on your shortcomings, your through-arm fist +5]
He was lost in thought, "Chen Fei——" someone called him.
"Monitor?"
A smile appeared on Chen Fei's face, then he stopped gesturing and turned around to look at the other person.
Hei Xuejun walked towards him, carrying something in his hand, like a sandbag.
He came over, searched nearby, and found a thick tree. Then he tied the sandbag to the trunk, tied it firmly, patted it, and beat it, then turned around and said to Chen Fei: "Try it?
"
"What's this?"
“You’ll know after you try it!”
Chen Fei walked to the tree, clenched his fist and hit it, and it turned out to be a sandbag.
In fact, their fighting arena also has sandbags and other equipment, but they are not real sandbags. They are softer and do not hurt when hit. However, they are filled with coarse sand. If you punch them, the pain will be unbearable.
"I watched your match with Zhang Heng today!" Hei Xuejun said while tying up the other one.
"Squad leader, did you see it? Why didn't I see you?"
"I just looked at it from a distance!"
"Oh——" Chen Fei understood.
"Your biggest problem now is your lack of resistance and attack power. I will strengthen your resistance training later. Attack power, you can only rely on yourself. You need to hit the sandbags first and keep fighting for more than half a month.
, when you feel nothing after a punch, then start hitting and kicking trees. You must first practice until you can break a small tree like this with one kick..."
"What? Kick the tree?" Chen Fei was a little dumbfounded.
Hei Xuejun raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Have you never seen the training of Muay Thai? People just kick the steel pipe, let alone others. My through-arm boxing can also be practiced to the point where I can bend a wrench with one palm.
Yes, I don’t want you to practice to that level, but you must be able to practice the step of kicking a tree? You must also be able to smash bricks with your hands!”
Chen Fei's eyelids jumped. Hei Xuejun's requirements for him were really not very high. It seemed that he was going to be trained as a professional player.
Although he was a little scared, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, monitor, I listen to you! I'll practice -"
Hei Xuejun was very happy after hearing this. He grinned at him, then raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "Is this right? Either don't do it, or you have to do your best! Since you want to do it,
If you want to work in the army, then practice the through-arm boxing well. If you don’t say you can reach my level, you are at least half as good as me! With this kind of martial arts, not to mention your 702nd Regiment, even the special forces will be vying for you!"
"Squad leader, why don't you join the special forces?" Chen Fei asked his doubts.
"Me?" Hei Xuejun was suddenly speechless. After being silent for a long time, he finally said: "I will go in the future, but not now." After saying this, he never said anything else.
Said.
Hei Xuejun tied up various sandbags one by one, and then demonstrated it himself, telling Chen Fei how to practice. Chen Fei went up and tried it, and he corrected Chen Fei's movements step by step until there was no problem at all.
Then he said: "You practice hard and I'll find some medicine for you?"
"Medicine?" Chen Fei was puzzled.
"Practice like this is very harmful to the body. You have to soak it with potion, soak it externally and take it internally. This way you can improve your kung fu while minimizing the damage. You have already practiced the basics now, and you need to start practicing. So,
You have to put these things to use, practice hard, and I will go to the mountain to collect some herbs for you."
Chen Fei was greatly moved after hearing this: "Thank you, monitor! Monitor, you are really good to me!"
Hei Xuejun listened and smiled: "You earned this by yourself. Because you work hard, that's why I am willing to help you. If you spend three days fishing and two days drying nets, I won't bother. Okay."
, hurry up and start practicing!”
"yes!"
Chen Fei turned around and started punching the sandbag. Every time he punched, he felt heartbreaking pain. Every time he kicked, he grimaced, but he did not give up, persisted and worked hard.
[Ding—You endure the pain and train, hit hard, and do it exactly as the squad leader asks, your Tongbei Fist +5]